Blog #77; Charlotte Perkins Gilman's "Yellow Wall-Paper" and Adam Hazlett's "Notes for My Biographer": A Comparison of Bipolar Themed Short Fiction

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 I have just been looking back at Adam Hazlett's first collection of short stories, and in particular the first piece, "Notes for My Biographer", and I was struck by how accurate the depiction was to the experience of bipolar, the rapid, pressured mania, the cycles, the family history and drama.  And we can compare this to Gilman's story, and how both are such excellent depictions of the altered mental states of those who suffer with mental illness as well as how mental illness was treated over 100 years ago in women and how the contemporary elderly are treated.  I would be curious if any of you out there have found other fiction that seems to tackle these issues?

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